Just A Maid: CHAPTER 8

Hi so now my updates aren't weekly because internet, because time, because who cares? Ok I'll shut up and enjoy this very long chapter it was supposed to be even longer but I feared you would get bored. Thanks to my fellows readers and people who reviewed :') and my betas (they know I'm annoying lol) I enjoyed writing this chapter mostly the last part.

Bella was in her living room.

"You ruined a dress that cost more than twenty thousand dollars?!" his eyes grew wide when I showed him the tore golden scale gown. "What the fuck Bella?"

"I know I'm such an idiot!" I whimpered covering my face with both my hands.

I didn't want Jacob to see my shame plastered on my features via the screen that was separating us. We were chatting on Skype and his shiny black eyes were glancing at me with disbelief. He had just showered from what I could see-drools were gripped at some strands of his raven dark hair and wet stains were covering his grey shirt which was covering his build tanned body. I knew what he was thinking: that I was a fool, a clumsy fool but now I was a clumsy fool and a thief!

I fucking took the ripped dress with me!

"Yeah no I mean who the fuck buys a dress at this amount of money? Do you know how many things we could do with this cash?

Jacob and money had their own love story, I was still wondering why he hadn't ended up in a bank as bank counselor or even as an accountant. Instead he was paying his monthly bills from his mechanic job in a cheap garage store in Forks. I even suspected him for being my mysterious truck saver few weeks ago. But after a second thought and knowing Jake's relationship with money I knew he couldn't be. I was still investigating on this case by the way and my investigation had progress from 0% to 0.001% I was still at the first base, meaning no witnesses or suspects in my rearview.

"What are you gonna do about it? Do you plan to work for them until you die to reimburse it or? Did you tell them? " He questioned me mouthful of whatever taco he was eating.

"No fucking way if I confess it my ass would be jobless for good. I just have to find a way to fix it!"

Yeah Bella try to fix a dress with freaking fish scales on it!

"How have you explained the missing dress then?"

"I told her that her personal stylist passed by that day and took the dress to make some retouch on it because her butt was filling it 'too much' according to him." I bit my lips and crumpled my brows nervously recalling our very uncomfortable discussion.

I was so jealous of this bitch that it'd been the first thing that had come in mind. I'd made up this big fat lie to escape from my upcoming sentence.

Tanya had gasped in shock pressing her delicate manicured hand on her chest. "Were there his own words?"

Your fat ass can't fit in the dress not hers, stop lying!

I nodded at her question; bowing my sweaty nervous face from her I didn't want to meet her stare so she could catch my distraught and discerned my lies. Mr. Cullen had left the room already uninterested; he was probably thinking that it was a random talk between a maid and her "master" which he didn't need to assist. My hands moistened even more and clenched on my laundry hamper. I was feeling the forbidden boxers' brief digging holes in the pocket of my uniform the more I was lying. I stiffened even more.

Why the hell did he put it here?!

"Ugh Jacques is such a whore! One day he's all about me being his muse and the other he calls me obese," She rolled her eyes. "Though he didn't tell me last time he came that I had the butt of some filthy reality TV star in that dress… the last thing I want is to be confound with one of them ugh!" she shuddered. "I'm going to give him a call." My pulse instantly accelerated the second she said it.

Fuck fuck fuck! She was going to find out the truth! I'm screwed!

Tanya was about to turn on her heels to leave when I squealed loudly.

"NO!" she stopped, squinting her eyes at me puzzled by my sudden outburst.

Congrats Bella now you look even less suspicious…

I shut my eyes to regain my self-control then re-opened them. "No…I mean there's no need to because he's outta the country now you wouldn't be able to reach him." I lied.

Her rosy lips made a 'O' in understatement.

Jake choked on my words for the whole time I was explaining him. "And this chick really believed you? Nah I ain't buying it!"

"She did! She fucking did! Now I need to stick up with this story and pray that her stylist doesn't call her meanwhile!" He whistled and wished me good luck with "my shit".

"But it's not about it Jake, you would never guess what she said after!"

No he wouldn't.

"By the way Bella why haven't you fed the dogs? Now my poor babies are being aggressive because of starvation! "

Fuck yeah they are! Fucking Lady made a masterpiece of your dress! I was about to spit.

"You know I've noticed how you didn't get along with them I always hear them bark every time you're around whereas they are the sweetest pets ever, I think you really need to start to build a relationship with them,"

What the… I'm not into dogs!

"I'm not sure to understand Mrs. Cullen." I shook my head clueless.

"You need to progressively learn to know them, isn't it a chapter in the notebook which mentioned it?"

Oh Lord the Notebook! The one I'd lost like a life time ago? Well about that… wasn't it a chapter that would mention about Mr. sexy ass mood swings Cullen too?

I quickly peeked away and nodded uneasy. I'd lost the count of my lies now.

"Oh wait! I just got a brilliant idea!" she beamed excitedly. "You know this weekend off I gave you? Well you're going to take it here with them!" She clapped her hands.

What?

"Yes you will spend it here to rest with no house chores to do, just the three of you chilling here to learn to know each other! That's the best way to acquaintance you'll see after two days with them you'll consider my babies as your own!"

She was joking, wasn't she?

No no no! The wrinkles on my forehead were creasing the more she was speaking.

Bu…But…" I stammered unable to form a sentence. I had plans for this weekend I couldn't agree with her neither cancel them. I had expressly asked this weekend for a goddamn reason! But she went on:

"I'll be attending my event in California, Edward will be at some business trip in Maine and the babysit-dog that I usually call for this kind of missions is in vacation so it's perfect!"

"I'm busy…" I began with a little voice but she roughly cut me not hearing any of it.

"So it settled you'll spend your days off with my angels! Awesome!"

Oh my fucking DOG! So my nightmare wasn't over…

Why? My lips quivered at the thoughts of me in this big lonely house with those two dark creatures as only company. How was I going to explain it to Jake?

She flashed her gleaming smile, proud of herself. "That's a heavenly plan!"

That's a devilish plan! My inner self rephrased sobbing.

"What does that mean?" Jake's scrubby brows knitted.

"It means that she's fucking taken off my days off!" I whined. I felt exasperated by the whole situation.

At the realization of my words he suddenly raised his heavy voice and gestured angrily through the screen. "For fuck sake Bella! You know how fucking important this weekend is!"

"Don't you think I know that already?! I couldn't say no!"

I was so pissed at Tanya right now I didn't need him to lecture me as well. I knew I had fucked up.

"You fucking could have said no!" he snapped. "She wasn't going to fire you because you took fucking 2 days off from her!"

"I need this money Jake, you know damn well why! She said that I was going to be paid twice more the hour! I couldn't refuse it after what I've done to her dress!"

"She's not fucking supposed to know it, does she?!" He shouted louder this time. If he had been physically in the room I knew his fists would have already met a wall. Jacob had inherited from his mother's impulsive character; his mother who I wouldn't be able to remind the memory this year because of my fucking work. I felt so bad at the thought; I decided to take down a notch.

"I know but still… I couldn't take the risk to make her dislike me." I clarified lower. "I hate her for what she's doing but I can't say no."

"Since when work became the priority in your life? I didn't know money was more important than family and friends…"

After his snarky comment we debated for almost 30 more minutes about my non-venue to Forks to eventually hang up the call pissed at each other.

"I have fucking other better things to do than talking to you!"

"Oh yeah? Well go masturbate on your doll porn stars; I have other better things to do too! goodbye!" I ended the call and slammed off my laptop, mad.

Why was he angry at me anyway? I knew he would have picked the money no matter what in my situation!

I lifted off from the couch and headed to my bedroom to sleep. When I entered it the first thing that caught my eyes was the boxer briefs impeccably folded on my desk. I had put there so that I wouldn't forget to bring it back tomorrow. I stepped toward it and looked down at the black fabric.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

Take it! Keep it! Wear it!

I still had no idea why Mr. Cullen had slid it in my pocket. But the question is why didn't I put it back in his drawers when I could have to and instead brought it home?

Should I use it as a new teddy bear to sleep or? Maybe it was a secret code telling me something?

But what?

Or maybe he just didn't want his wife to catch me with his underwear in the hands? There were so many plausible answers to his act but which one was the right one?

Mr. Cullen had certainly a good excuse about this little (big) misdemeanor.

He gave me was his freaking underwear!

And once again he had been standing very close to make me admit what I was hiding. Was it his natural way to talk to people? I mean I don't really mind his closeness but my ladies parts wouldn't be able to cope with this every time I have to interact with him.

I bet he made a lot of horny girls faint because of this subtle manner he had to speak confidently with authority yet smoothly and even playfully with his voice.

I needed to confront him the next day and ask him about it. Not about his captivating stare and tempting voice. Heck no! But about the boxers brief affair.

Attempt #1: The boxers brief affair

The next day had dragged along I had made my daily routine work which consisted of: - make breakfast, open the curtains of the trillion rooms, serve my employers, feed the dogs clean the bedrooms and hall, do the laundry and somehow I managed to do everything before 2 p.m. though it was only the first part of the day.

I was now attacking the library on the second floor, dusting the countless shelves of books and in the meantime wondering if these snobs had ever really read these books once or were just showing off and pretending to be smarter than half of the population.

Well I wasn't really betting on Tanya though, the only thing she could read was probably the price tags and even that I wasn't sure she did. Mr. Cullen was most likely the only one passing through these wooden doors. He would probably take one of these tomes-I was miming my thoughts- then install comfortably in one of these leather brown couches facing the dominant chimney lighted by smoldering flames and would enjoy his moment far from the outside world.

Actually I was feeling comfy, resting my head on the back of this luxurious couch and relaxing my contracted muscles- not thinking about anything for once when I felt my pocket buzzing disturbing my moment. I retrieved the vibrator phone reluctantly.

Who the heck dare calling me in the middle of the day knowing that I'm working hard?

Unknown number.

Hmm… Should I reply?

I was usually not allowed to take private calls during my work time which was totally understandable and also irritating. I stared at the buzzing screen.

It could be the hospital calling for my father to bring me good news or the contrary… I winced still hesitant to pick up.

But at the forth ring my curiosity had taken over and I pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sweetheart," a velvet voice hissed through the combine.

Huh?

Nobody called me this way this was probably a wrong number.

"Who is it?" I asked on my guards.

"It's me James, remember me?" he said lightly.

Of fucking course I remember you! Oh my god his tongue had travelled into my mouth! My first love had kissed me, caressed me and…

"Yeah I do…" I smiled remembering some parts of our steamy reunion. It wasn't every day that you could find your first love after years, making out with him and now calling him! "Wait how did you get my number?"

I frowned not recalling when I had passing it to him that night.

"Your friends gave it to me." He chuckled.

"How do you know them?"

"They saw us chatting and asked me about you after you took off."

"But how about…" I hadn't finished my phrase when he cut me.

"How about you stop asking questions and say yes if I ask you out?" his invitation came out of the blue. I stood up shocked and tightened the grip on the phone not sure about what I'd heard.

Ask me out like a date? Going out? A rendezvous?

No shit!

Seriously? My heartbeats quickened.

Was it really happening? Good God, had my first love just asked me on a date?

"I wanna see you again. Let's meet each other this week."

I…

What? OMG

I wasn't expecting his words.

When was the last time I've been out on a date… let's see…

Hm…never?

I was always ditching the guy at last minute because whether he wasn't my type or I was too chicken out to meet him. Not that have a lot of propositions but the few I got always happened this way.

What should I reply to that? What my teenage-self would have answer?

"Yes fuck yes!"

What would my friends reply?

"Yes so you'll bang him after!"

What would Obama reply?

"Yes we can!"

"Come on I bet the sugar lips of yours miss mines." He uttered seductively cutting me out of my silly divagations.

I see he was still as self- assured as he used to be… I grinned and starting to pace feeling myself more confident to give him my answer. I was standing in front of the huge glasses of the windows admiring the spectacular view of the front yard of the house there was a gigantic marble fountain pouring a geyser in the middle of the lane. Grass and flowers nurtured by Mike were elongating here and there.

We had entered the month of October, the time had freshened up and rain had made its unwelcome come back although it was still pleasant for the eyes to wander around the Cullens' gardens.

"So what you would say?"

My lips were still stretching into a grin and I looked down at the garden. "Mmm…I would say…" I trailed off when I perceived Mr. Cullen's silhouette exited from the double principal doors and headed toward the Bentley opened by his chauffeur Felix.

He was leaving!

"FUCK!" I cursed.

"What?" James was confused by my sudden chosen word he started to chuckle." What did you say babe?"

"Shit! No sorry I wasn't talking to you I'm…," I was starting to run through the stairs to maybe have a chance to catch my boss. "Look let me call you later okay?" I was panting between each word but didn't let him time to answer back when I hung up.

On my run I checked my pocket to see if the boxers were still in it.

The fucker hadn't showed up at breakfast. I've been waiting for him to leave out his bedroom to clean it up and also have a quick talk with him about the underwear but he'd been sleeping for the whole time or did whatever he was doing locked in his office until 2 p.m.

Right at this moment.

I'd thought he would call me to cook him his lunch, brunch or something but he didn't. Now he was probably heading to work and wouldn't be back until late this night so I would obviously not be able to see him today.

Fucking great.

Attempt #2: The boxers brief affair

After the failure of yesterday I felt that today was the right time to have my little conversation with Mr. Cullen he had been out early this morning but came back home in the afternoon, eclipsing himself in his office or in a goddamn room which I didn't know its existence. I couldn't tell.

I was serving tea to Mrs. Cullen who was absentmindedly turning the page of her Vogue magazine when she questioned me:

"Maybe I should do a surgery to re-build my butt cheeks, what do you think? But I fear it won't be ready for October 16th my event." She sighed.

Oh my… now Mrs. Cullen thinks that she needs an operation on her perfect body all because of you! I thought guilty; I poured some more tea into the cup to not meet her interrogating blue eyes.

"Maybe you should start a new activity within the following days before the event?" I shrugged with a forced-smile.

"Mm yeah you must be right," her glossy lips made a pout. "I should start swimming…"

I agreed with her choice and set the hot tea back on the tray.

"I guess I'll have to use our interior swimming pool."

"An interior swimming pool?" my brows quirked in surprised.
They had an interior pool and she never told me?!
"I didn't know you had one..."

Do I have to clean this out too? As if I wasn't busy enough…

"Yeah I probably forgot to mention it, I'm never there anyway only Eddie's using it," she said in a nonchalant tone, her eyes were still focused on the magazine she was holding.
"But why not outside?" I was confused then remembered how the immense backyard garden lacked of a pool or even a Jacuzzi.
"Ugh no it's so newbie rich and it's not California here."
"Newbie rich?" I repeated, I'd never heard this term before. I quickly tried to search a definition in my head but nothing really came. I remained silent.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Bella, bella, bella, young Bella." She shook her head in sympathy, pitying me for my ignorance. "How old are you?"
"I'm 20."
Her eyes shined. "Oh my god we're twins I'm 25!" She squeaked happily.

Dafuq?

"Anyway, newbie rich means people who are amateur with money, they're just doing like other people do because they think it's the only right and proper way to do. So having outside pools is so cliché and newbie rich. People from my rank don't do that."
Oh really? I controlled the urge to roll my eyes at her.
"Remember the garden party?"

Oh yeah I do, please don't remind me. I nodded.
"Well people were sure expecting to see a pool in the garden but ta-da it was a real and outstanding garden with only green yard. Everybody was surprised." She smiled content.

She kept discoursing about it when a ring at the doors interrupted her. I went to welcome our visitor.

When I opened the gates, a tall red head woman in a furred winter coat was standing on the frame looking down at me with her grayish eyes.

And guess what she was absolutely ravishing… all my complexes made their imminent return.

"Hello I'm Lacey, can you tell Mr. Cullen that I'm here." I discerned a snob tone in her voice.

"Just Lacey?"

She nodded with a roll on her eyes.

This smarty pants was already getting on my nerves.

"Alright let me…" I was gesturing her to come inside when she interjected.

"Wait are you the girl who made the Cullen company lose millions because of this misunderstanding?"

Millions?! Damn I had no idea it was that much.

She revealed her white teeth eager to know. How did she know that anyway? Who was she? It wasn't plastered on my figure for God sake.

I clenched my fists and jaw, upset. "I haven't done it on purpose."

"Sure." She snorted even more amused.

"Please come on in." My teeth were still gritted, trying to stay as polite as I could. I leaded her in one of the guest living room and made my way back to Tanya to inform her about the new arrival.

Who the fuck was she? What if I wasn't supposed to confess that I was the culprit in this issue though? She could be a vulture journalist for as far as I knew.

I'm so stupid…

I told Tanya about the ginger (bitch) guest and she enlightened me about her identity. Apparently she was Mr. Cullen's associate working in a different State but was once per month visiting him for update.

Well associate or not she was still a bitch…

Tanya directed me to go get her husband who was actually spotted in the interior swimming pool.

I made my way to one of the wings of the house that I'd never explored yet. This place was a goddamn labyrinth. They could have at least set maps or ensigns on the walls seriously.

Wait he was currently in a pool which meant that I would see his bare wet torso and… My brain started to rush and burn for over imagining.

For the mother of God stop thinking about your boss this way it's wrong! My rational part summoned. Eventually I recognized the chlorine smell of the pool informing me that I wasn't far now. I found two double doors at the end of the corridor and slowed my pace almost walking backward. I tiptoed at the entry not wanting him to see me. I just wanted to peek for few seconds before showing myself.

I was practically sure that lurking wasn't forbidden in my work contract, was it? I smirked with a devious smile. I pulled my head and…

Bingo!

Mr. Cullen was there as mouthwatering as ever!

Dear God!

As if it was heavenly possible all my fantasy dreams about his fucked hot body came true. And it was even better than I expected. His very well built body, his strong muscled arms contracting at any movement, his broad shoulders, his hard pecks and six packs!

Six packs! Six packs! Six packs! That was everything my brain could form.

He was standing next to the pool drying his soaked ruffled hair with a little white towel. Another was tied dangerously low around his waist I could descry from where I stood the V form.

Aaaaaah! My inner self was dancing with the stars in my eyes. I was clutching hard at the door to not swoon because of my over excited ovaries.

"Enjoying the view Miss Swan?" A voice echoed further.

"Oh Yes…" I exhaled in a distinct moan then suddenly froze realizing whom I was addressing to.

My freaking boss! This instantly made me back to reality.

"No! Yes! I…I mean what do you mean sir?" I stood still petrified.

Please tell me he didn't hear me!

"You…you meant place?" I made a quick peek around then back at him. "It…it's amazing!"

Stop stuttering you sound dumb!

His lips stretched. "Come here." He gently ordered with a finger.

Oh my…

My eyes grew anxious and my mouth opened with heavy breathing.

What did I do?

He was still fingering at me.

Stay calm. I thought in a gulp and started to walk toward him awkwardly. I walked until I stood few inches away from him. His torso. His desirable torso was the only thing in my peripheral vision.

Look away!

I looked up at his face with shameful eyes. Blush had covered my already warm up cheeks.

He suddenly took two steps toward me and placed in a soft move his hands on my shoulder-as if it was the most normal thing in the world- to turn me to the left.

Holy fuck!

I stopped breathing normally because of his sudden closeness. His shirtless closeness!

Now standing behind me he bent at my ear. "I meant this view." He pointed with a grin. But I wasn't staring at it, our eyes met when I dared look up at him. Those green eyes which I was particularly attracted to bored into mines. But I rapidly turned my gaze to look at the view, pretending to not notice my body reaction when I was around him.

"WOW!" I gasped when I discovered what he was referring to. I was mind blown by the spectacular green field that was extended far in the horizon through the wide glasses of the place.

"Outstanding isn't it?" he slowly removed his hands from me and crossed them on his sculpted chest to stand beside me. I felt an unusual lack of them. "This is my secret garden. It's where I come when I don't want to be bother," he confessed. "And I golf."

"Oh you're golfing?" I looked uphill at him surprised by his little revelation I thought he was more the intellectual kind and not the sporty swimmer, golfer type. Though golf was more a snobby rich sport so I wasn't that surprised afterwards.

"Yeah I like playing with my balls." He said with a playful-ish cocky smile. I gawked.

Did he just…

Oh god… my awkward alert rung in my head I glanced away and exhaled trying to not remarked the clear allusion. Then recalled what my purpose was. "Mr. Cullen?"

"Ms. Swan?" He took the same tone as me.

"Someone is waiting for you in the guestroom, she said she's call just Lacey."

He nodded. "Alright." He turned to leave.

What the fuck Bella? You're both alone for once, tell him about the boxers!

I obliged and reach my uniform's pocket. "Mr. Cullen…" I called too low. He didn't hear me over the noise of his flip-flop echoing in the wide space. I dig my hand into the tight pocket but couldn't retrieve the fabric out, it was stuck and he was leaving!

Damn!

"Wait!" I began to run after him still trying to remove it. In a fatal pull I managed to get it out but with too much strength I threw the boxers in the pool; splashing me in the meantime.

Fuckety FUCK! This was always happening to me.

Thankfully it hadn't sank neither drifted too far away I would be able to take it back. I thought with faith.

I kneed on the wet cold ground at the edge of the pool and stretched my hand to grab it. But this shit was decidedly too far for my reach. I heard the sound of the doors opened further. He was about to leave I wouldn't be able to catch him. I looked behind to call him one more time. "Mr…." but in a swift movement I suddenly slid on the slippery ground to end up head first into the water.

AAAAH WHY ME?

I struggled in the death cold water to swim up to the surface. Chlorine was burning my eyes, my heavy outfit was drawing me to the bottom the more I was pushing to the top but finally I felt the air filled up my lungs again. "FUCK ME!" I shouted mad when my head emerged off the water. I was choking and coughing then looked around for the boxers. Once I found it I swam to the ladder drooling of water with clattering teeth. My hair was a mess, with strands stuck on my face. I had turned blue from cold and my so called waterproof mascara was now rolling on my cheeks.

Fucking great I looked like shit! I looked like a goddamn jellyfish!

But the worse was that Mr. Cullen had assisted to my ultimate humiliation for the whole time. He took few steps ahead not in an attempt to rescue me (Ha no!) but only to watch the scene clearer.

Somebody bury me from shame!

I was trembling with icy cold, it was even worse once out of the water. I tried to move my hair backward with shaky hands but felt his green eyes on me.

"I'm so sssorry sssir I…I didn't want to to plu…plunge in the water." I shivered, gradually turning into an ice cube. He tilted his head looking at me from head to toe with his brows furrowed.

"Mmm… You are incredibly wet Miss Swan." He suddenly stated with a groan.

Wait…

WHAT?

OH MY…

WHY DID IT SOUND SO SEXUAL IN MY EARS?!

His stare dwelled on me. My very wet uniform was pressing and molding the curves of my body in a suggestive way, practically exposing myself. My pink soaked undies were showing so do my nipples hardened by the breezy temperature- my visible tight nipples were transpiring through the cotton of my grey uniform. Realizing it I gaped open extremely embarrassed and with my hands swiftly covered my pointed tits.

HELP!

"You know it's highly recommended to swim in a bath suit right?"

No shit Sherlock?!

I nodded with a confused frown still shaking. He turned his muscular back to go.

"Or even better," still moving, he glanced over his shoulder. "Naked!"

Suddenly I saw him undo the towel tied on his waist and threw it on one of the long chairs on his the way. Unveiling his butt crack, his butt cheeks, his motherfucking ass to me!

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!

I gasped in utter shocked.

Mr. Cullen was naked under his towel and I was standing next to him for the whole time!

I just…

He just…

HOLY SHIT!

With a crooked smile he turned back his head disappearing through the doors, leaving me thunderstruck.

ASDSFDDFSFGHGJHQADSFDSDGSSDDS

I'M DEAD.

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